"You little thing, you sure know how to pick your people!"
'Rose has never held me that tenderly!'
'A man can't even compare to a pig!'
Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his expression turning grave, and he turned to walk outside.
"Keith, we've noticed some suspicious movements from Chester Johnson. We're afraid he might be planning something for tonight."
"Keep a close eye on him!"
"Don't worry, Keith. We're watching him like hawks!"
"Make sure you have some people at the banquet later. There can be absolutely no slip-ups!"
"Yes!"
Keith Coleman hung up and immediately strode off in a specific direction.
Evan Fairchild was in the villa complex, enjoying an entire villa all to himself.
Keith Coleman hurried over to personally report the news he had just received.
"Just Chester Johnson?" Evan Fairchild asked.
"Yes. We've been tailing him for the past few days and we're sure he has no accomplices. Should we...?"
